As my world is crashing down on me, someone else's world is just beginning. I can't believe it. Of all the impossibilities in the world, I got another man pregnant. I guess I should have asked Vegeta about Saiyan mating before we got into this mess. Mess? Is it really a mess? I always wanted kids but I had resigned myself to not having any at all after I realized my attraction to Vegeta. Who would have thought that two men could reproduce? Wait a minute…the genetics of this just are not making sense.

"Vegeta," I ask and continue on with the question after a slight grunt from my mate. "How could that happen? I mean genetically combining two males just isn't making sense to me. What's the gender of the baby going to be? Will it be normal?"

Catching the anxiety in my voice, my prince takes a deep breath and explains, "Of course it's normal, baka! Saiyans have been breeding since the dawn of time. Sometimes you are just as stupid as your father!"

"But…" I stammer. I know what I am asking but trying to explain in terms that I hope Vegeta understands is another thing. I do not know how much about genetics he knows. "What about the gender of the child? We're both guys so we have "XY" chromosomes. The child will get one from each of us but…I mean…the one possibility is just impossible…"

"You are a baka! You are thinking like a damn human!" He turns his head to look back over his should at me as we continue to lie on his bed. "There are three sexes of Saiyans, I thought everyone knew that."

"What the hell?" Ok, if I thought things were strange before, they are just plain weird now. I am starting to realize just how little I know of Vegeta's race, my race.

"Human's and Saiyans both have the same chromosomes for reproduction, from what I've noticed from some of the books I've found lying around. For your sake, I'll use the human terms. Human males are `XY' while females are `XX', right?"

You know, I never realized how smart he was. He must have picked up my biology book one day while I was here. I just nod to him for him to continue.

"Humans required `XX' to bear children. Saiyans are different. They only require one `X' to have that ability. So anyone with an `X' chromosome can reproduce. That is how you got me pregnant."

That makes a lot of sense, sort of. Then again, does anything really make sense anymore? "Ok, but you said that there were three sexes of Saiyans? You talked about males and females, but what are the others?" "You're a smart boy, you tell me what they'd be genetically."

"Well, with two men who both have `XY', you could get `XY', `XX', or … is this right: `YY'. What would that last one be?"

"You remember what Nappa looked like?" The prince says with a smirk.

"Yeah," I reply not quite sure where he's going.

"That is the third sex, basically what a human would consider a `super' male. They are larger and more aggressive although not always as smart as their more female counterparts. They are perhaps one of the reasons why many men choose not to mate with other men. Very few of the `super males' had the mental capacities to become elites. Nappa was probably the brightest one ever born. They were extremely strong but not very good with strategy."

"So what do you think…our baby," it shocks me every time I think of that, I am going to have a child! "Will be?"

"Hmmm." He says thoughtfully. "Probably male, `XY' if you were wondering. Both `YY' males and females were very rare between two mated males. Females being the most rare because even in heterosexual unions girl babies were few and far between."

I was probably going to have a son. I still cannot believe it. I was going to be a father. Wait another minute! If I am its father, what is Vegeta going to be? He is its mother basically but isn't the word mother usually reserved for a woman?

"I have another question."

The man who was lying next to me groaned. "What kid?"

"First quit calling me kid. Second, what is the baby going to call you? You're its mother but not exactly."

He turned to look at me as if he were analyzing me before he responded. "How much of the Saiyan language do you know?"

"None, actually," I said will furrowing my brow. "But what does that have to do with what I asked?"

"Everything. There are no words in your Earth language for many things in Saiyan culture."

"So males being pregnant and giving birth was a common enough occurrence that they had their own word?" I asked trying to encourage him to talk and trying to satisfy my curiosity.

"Stupid humans always dividing things by gender." He growled half- heartedly and shook his head. "Gender was basically irrelevant to Saiyans, but I guess you could see that by now. Since both men and women could reproduce, the labeling of things had to be from something other than sex."

"Let me guess," there are a few things I know about Saiyans for sure. And their predisposition to be warriors seemed to overshadow everything I knew. "There was a word for the stronger and the weaker in the pair of mates, wasn't there?"

He actually smirked at me, "Very observant."

He goes on to explain many things I had never thought of about Saiyans and their culture. I listen for what seems like hours. I do not think I have ever heard Vegeta talk this much before. Of course, I do not think anyone has ever asked him about his home world before. I feel slightly sad at reminding him of his dead world, of our dead world.

I snuggle in close to my mate as he talks. There are things that are just so different from what I grew up to understand that it is just amazing. All of a sudden, my stomach growls causing Vegeta to stop his monologue.

"Damn Sons and their stomachs," he says in fake anger. He sits up slowly and with great effort. "Come on, I think I need to eat something too."

I follow him out to the kitchen to see what is in the fridge. Unfortunately, the blue-haired mistress of the house stops our journey. Somehow our long discussion in Vegeta's room made me forget about what happened earlier with my mom. I smile weakly at Bulma. "Hi."

"Poor baby!" She gushes at me. "You're mom will come around but until then you can stay here."

"Thanks, Bulma," I tell her. I am becoming sad again when reminded of my mother.

"But we still need to find out about what we were talking about earlier," she continues.

I just laugh and take a seat at the kitchen table. Vegeta grabs a carton of milk, two glasses, and the bottle of chocolate syrup from the fridge and then sits down beside me. He carefully pours two glasses and adds the syrup. Sometimes his obsession with that stuff is just too funny and downright cute. I take a sip of the sweet liquid and wait to see if he is going to tell Bulma.

"Onna, the next time you want to know something about me, ask me. You can quit with your little surveillance cameras and talking behind my back," the Prince of all Saiyans snapped. He then took a sip of milk and proceeded to add more chocolate to his already saturated drink.

"Well excuse me for worrying about you, Mr. High and Mighty," Bulma exclaims putting her hands on her hips. "I've just never seen you sick before and you weren't exactly making yourself easy to talk to. We've hardly seen you out of your room in weeks and you're not even training. I'd say that my worrying is something well founded."

"Heh, Onna. Shows how dumb you really are. I'm not sick," my mate sneered at her. I almost wanted to laugh because I could tell that he was going to string her along for a while. I can't understand how Bulma and I are the only ones who can see what a great sense of humor Vegeta has. Given a lot of times it's a quite cruel or morbid sense of humor but he has one nonetheless.

"Oh, so not being able to keep any food down is not sick to a Saiyan," she starts glaring down at him in his seated position at the table. "Are you going to tell me that it's perfectly normal for a Saiyan to act like this?"

"Of course it's normal, baka Onna," he continues with a smirk. "I believe you showed the same `sickness' eight years ago."

"What are you talking about? I was pregnant with Trunks the last time I was sick like that."

"I know."

I sit there trying not to laugh. Those two bicker like siblings. And it seems that tonight, Bulma is not going to out smart my mate. From the look on her face, she has no clue where this conversation is going. I cannot wait to see the look on her face when Vegeta finally tells her.

"What are you talking about then Prince of all Idiots?" Now she is resorting to petty insults, she is not going to win this one.

"You heard me."

"What, you're pregnant?" Bulma said quite sarcastically. "Mr. Satan has a better chance of beating Cell than a man has for getting pregnant!"

Vegeta looks at me and smirks, "See what I told you about stupid humans."

I just laugh.

"You're serious aren't you?"

We both nod at her. She proceeds to fall on the floor laughing. After a few minutes, she is finally able to look at us through her giggles. "You're both serious aren't you?"

We nod again. There is another bout of hysterical laughter and then she composes herself. Standing up by the help of leaning on a chair, she finally is able to breathe. She closes her eyes for a moment and then when she opens them, I feel like crawling under the table to hide.

"HAVEN'T YOU TWO EVER HEARD OF CONDOMS?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? GOHAN'S STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL, HE'S NOT READY TO HAVE KIDS! NEITHER OF YOU WORK, HOW ARE YOU GOING TO SUPPORT THE BABY? DO EITHER OF YOU KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT TAKING CARE OF AN INFANT? I KNOW VEGETA DOESN'T BECAUSE I DON'T THINK HE CHANGED HIS SON'S DIAPER ONCE!"

We just sat there mutely as she proceeds to lecture us in the practice of safe sex, the care of a newborn, and the responsibility we now have to take. I feel like a six-year-old who just stole a cookie, lied about it, and is getting yelled at by their mother about the virtue of honesty. Looking over at my mate, I can tell he is feeling about the same. Somehow, I think Bulma is the only one in the entire universe that can do that to him.

"Speaking of taking care of the baby, you two need to get a nursery ready for it. I got rid of most of Trunks' baby stuff after I gave some of it to Chichi for Goten. So that means we get to go baby shopping again!"

Somehow she is able to switch modes from lecture to torture…I mean shopping, in nanoseconds. I think after today, my life is going to get much, much more complicated.